Preview,
Nothing was better than a nice, cool drink and a spot on the comfy sofa. But that was not going to happen today, maybe someday, but definitely not today. Because something was going to happen, something big and not what you would want to do. And that, my friend, will be shown now but still as a preview.

The old mansion,
Just looking at the old mansion up at the hill struck fear down their spines. Number 13 Holescart Street it was built on. No one ever wanted to buy it, even with the price of £2. We lived right next to the house, staring at it every day from school. Looking at it as it was a ghost. Nothing could erase it from our minds. Not even a memory erasing gas. So, back to the story. My sister, Katie, swooped in from the kitchen holding a cup of orange juice and jumped onto the sofa. I quickly took the TV remote and turned it on before Katie could even look at it. Right in front of us was breaking news from the TV. We were dying to know what it was so we turned the volume on to 45…